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This is gonna be the pandemic issue. This was the month that my staying at home and having free time ended and I’m gonna list all the things that made my short and sweet quarentine enjoyable.

Schitt’s Creek (on Netflix): This show has character. It’s a good show for people who liked Parks and Rec and Kimmy Schmidt. It’s about a very wealthy family who suddenly loses it all and it’s a comdeny. It gives me the warm and fuzzies and during this extremely stressful time it has been the perfect show for me to watch before bed so that I can try and have sweet dreams instead of stress dreams. I love how unique each character is and how they all have very distinct mannerisms and personalities. This show is so charming and fun and funny. It’s a delight.

Our sink area is right under out cabinets and it’s really dark under there. This little light completely fixed the problem. And it’s cute, bright and cheap. All you have to do to install it is put in the batteries and attach the velcro that comes with it.

Pita chips and tzatziki: a perfect refreshing snack

Jump roping: Fun, easy and burns energy and calories. I hate working out so this is a nice alternative for me cause it’s cardio but not running.

Side note: does anyone with bigger boobs have any sports bra recommendations? I’m tired of wearing two sports bras to jump rope and cutting off the circulation to my body from the boobs up.

Foaming hand wash: It’s just so much more fun than regular hand wash. I love the bath and body works hand washes and am currently using the aromatherapy one. Believe it or not the scent of this hand wash gets me compliments from my friends when they’re over (when I was allowed to see my friends pre virus… seems so long ago)

Since I’m one of the people who has to leave her house every day during this virus, I thought I’d try and document it. I feel very rare walking the streets of NYC during this time and a lot of times I’m the only one. When I get out of work at 10:15 pm after working the closing shift at the grocery store it barely matters if I walk on the street or the side walks. There’s no body out. I’m gonna do a little photo essay where I post one photo a day that encapsulates my experience being out and about during the pandemic.

This is a pic from the closest bodega to my subway station. I needed to buy some milk for my coffee and as a perk got to meet this cat.

I have had so many jobs in my 22 years that I feel like a barbie with different professions but without the cute outfits. There’s nanny Tessa! pharmacy Tessa! and now grocery store Tessa! I’m on the 2nd week of my job at a west village grocery store. This means a lot of things but most importantly that I haven’t been paid yet. It’s pretty easy because I’m a cashier and I’ve done this before. The only big difference is that all the fruits and vegetables have a four number code that I have to memorize and that some of them have to be weighed and some of them are priced individually and I have to memorize what is what.

I also am getting used to wearing gloves and a mask for 8 hrs a day. I have definitely found that my breath doesn’t smell which is a win. And I’ve gotten a little smart with it in that I’m putting hand cream on before I clock in so that my hands can get softer and softer in the gloves as I work. Also since the only part of my face that people can see is my eyes I’ve been having fun with my eye makeup. I’ve been trying to wear fake eyelashes every day and colorful eyeshadow. And under the mask, I’m wearing no makeup and sometimes pimple cream. People compliment my make up and say it’s nice to see someone putting in effort during such hard times. I want to tell them, all I am doing is putting in effort. Me being here is putting in the effort, life to me seems like one big effort after another.

I’ve been feeling pretty depressed and down because so many people are dying and everyone is so stressed. You can tell that everyone is feeling it. Once again this city is full of death and you can see little shades of depression and sadness in everyone. I know I’m feeling exhausted. The act even of walking to the subway and getting on the bleak slow empty subway is a downer and takes so much longer than it usually would. The trains are running every 30 mins so I leave the house two hours before work. Customers at work are snapping at each other for cutting in line or standing too close. Customers are still walking into the grocery store without a mask even though that is now illegal. We are telling customers to wear a mask and that same customer will show up non chalently the next day barefaced. There are the overly cautious and the selfish and those who don’t think but it’s clearer than it’s ever been before. Customers complain about being bored while I ring up their groceries and my knees ache from standing all day. I’ve forgotten the cruelty of minimum wage jobs. How you’re required to do so many things while getting paid the least they’re legally allowed to. How the daily hours of 7am to 10pm haven’t been cut short even though people are suggested by the government to be home by 8am. The cruelty of having to stand all day, of having just a 15 min break somedays and having to clock out and not get paid for it. The having to wear the uniform every day and being given only one uniform shirt when almost guaranteed everyone who works there doesn’t have a washer or dryer. The fact that there is no hazard pay, that there are still so many people who have to work even though to leave the house is to risk your life.

Hi! Since I’ve mostly been waking up drinking coffee than getting in my bikini & making cocktails and sunbathing in my backyard with my roommate I haven’t needed the most elaborate makeup routine. I’m of the “i need to put my face on” camp so most days I do do a little something. This look is super glowy fresh faced and youthful. I like it cause it makes me look well rested and perky. This is a little time lapse of me doing my glowy no makeup makeup look:

I just realized my laundromat is closed because of the corona virus and we don’t have a washer or dryer in our apt. And this quarantine is supposed to go on for months🙃 Time to appreciate that I have way too much close & time to get creative.

This is my angsty mask face. It’s been a long week. I got my teeth whitened (via Groupon, dumb I know) and they burned my younger and mouth so badly. The only plus side is that I got a face mask from the lady who whitened my teeth/assaulted my mouth. I have been trying to find some for a while but amazon is sold out and hardware stores are closed cause of Covid. I’ve been using for quite a few days now and disinfecting it but now that too seems gross. The next step is making my own out of paper towels. My best friend showed me a video of her uncle making a face mask out of nothing but string, a hole punch and stapler. So if I can find string and a stapler that will be my solution. On the brighter side I’ve been a live in nanny in NJ for the past three days and tomorrow I get to go home!!! I can’t wait to be quarantined in my own space. Stay safe y’all!

Y’all just finished cursing someone out. I stopped for one seconds for my asthmatic lungs to be ok and not think they’re dying after I walked out of the stairs of the subway. In this few second period of me huffing and puffing some crusty pervy looking 50 yr old man w a cane approached me and I couldn’t so I POLITELY said I’m sorry I have to catch my train and started to walk away and this man hit my ankle with his cane….. sheesh. I blacked on this man. I was just getting my breath back from the stairs (I’m the most ancient 22 yr old you ever did see) and used all that breath to unload on him. “You can not be hitting people with you mother fucking cane” and lots more heavily cursed words but I never remember what I said when I really curse someone out. For the first split second after he hit me he seemed to come forward and kept smiling a deranged smile and me but then I got louder and really committed to it and leaned all the way in in a way only anger management girls like me can and he didn’t get a word it and stopped moving.

I was having a really weird really hard really stressful day. I don’t know if my dads cancer is back or if he has diabetes and my employees keep trying to talk politics with me (which I think is really inappropriate) and I works 15 hours or something ridiculous (I’m too tired to do the math).

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This blog is a very random place where I document that I was here for myself when I get old and forget everything about my youth and for my grandchildren so they can see how fabulous I was and also what life was like way back in 2020. I hope that also if you’re reading this, you enjoy it too.